the year is 2148

humanity has left the earth behind

but somewhere in the ruins of the technological wasteland, a small, insignificant laptop works just as well as it did when it was purchased over a century beforehand

though its speakers are quiet, they drown out the silence of an otherwise soundless landscape as they blare the theme of its once-owner’s favourite show in an endless loop.

ichi

ni

sun-shine

yon

we

go